WARNING: This chapter contains really triggering content. This is perhaps the worst chapter in this whole story and the worst I've ever written. Please do not continue if you are easily triggered.

"My D-Dad's going to kill me." Jungkook mumbled into his bunny's fur, his body leaning against Yoongi with the said boy holding him tightly.

"Why's that?" Yoongi asked.

"I told h-him I'd be home by eleven. H-He doesn't like it when I'm late."

"It'll be okay, Kookie, I promise."

Jungkook shook his head lightly, "I-It won't."

The brunette felt Yoongi pull him closer and hold him slightly tighter, "Is something going on, Kookie?"

Jungkook remained silent. The last time he had trusted someone, it hadn't ended well. Trust was something that he couldn't easily give, even to the people that he wanted to trust his heart with. It had all been torn apart years ago. It wasn't his parents who had done this to him, but they helped. Instead, it was someone who promised to receive his trust and hold it for as long as the younger wanted him to. Who promised to be of help whenever needed. Who promised to be his friend. He had trusted that person with everything, every little thing. And you know what happened? He told. He told and broke Jungkook's trust into nothing but small splinters. Those splinters were not enough to fully trust anybody with. No, he was left with nothing while his "friend" walked away like he had done nothing. Like he hadn't just left a young boy with his parents who were far too gone from being good. He left and never looked back because Jungkook lied and no one likes a liar.

Jungkook could feel tears swimming in his eyes, "N-No, I just don't want to upset my D-Dad. I've caused enough trouble."

"Kook, you aren't any trouble, I know that." Namjoon said, his worried eyes being reflected in the rearview mirror.

"I-I am though, I am."

"You are not. I promise you, you haven't caused any trouble, none at all."

"Kook, which house is yours? It's on Seesaw, right?" Namjoon said as he turned his left signal on in front of the said street.

"J-Just drop me off outside HISTORY."

"It's nearly midnight, I don't want you walking by yourself at night. Not with that guy threatening you." Namjoon said, "I feel like it would be my fault if you wind up getting hurt because I dropped you off someplace other than in front of your house."

"B-But I-"

"Please, Kookie. We just want you to be safe." Yoongi said, running a hand through the brunette's hair.

"Okay," Jungkook said, his breathing becoming slightly quicker, "It's the s-seventh house on the left."

His parents weren't going to like this. They would've been pissed if it was just one guy, but two? Jungkook was going to get it. Maybe if Wonwoo was still alive, they would've been more supportive, but with his absence, there was little room to show any kind of love for the youngest member of the household. Jungkook hated himself for what he was. For who he was and was becoming. His parents had convinced him that his liking for the same gender was a punishment for his causing Wonwoo's death. That losing the only son they ever loved was a punishment for raising a "faggot". The brunette hated being gay and rejected it with as much of himself as he could. 

It was getting harder though. So much harder. He wanted the two boys in the car with him. He longed to be more to them then just a friend. He wanted to feel their embraces as more than a friendly gesture. He wanted to feel their warm kisses against his lips. He wanted so much but at the same time rejected that he actually felt that way. He wanted nothing to do with it, but at the same time wanted it with all his heart. His parents' words were the only thing holding him back, like a chain holding him to a wall. Those words would always affect him, no matter who told him otherwise or proved those words wrong. No matter who showed him love was love and he should be who he is because maybe, just maybe, the boys who he wanted so bad, wanted him too.

Namjoon's car pulled to a stop in front in of Jungkook's house, the little window above the bright yellow door had light shining brightly out onto the porch through it. His parents were awake. They knew who he was with. They knew he hadn't been working at the café for extra cash. They knew.

"Well, here we are. Do you want me to walk you to the door, Kook?" Namjoon asked, turning in his seat to look at the younger.

"N-No, no thank you." Jungkook said, unbuckling and opening his car door.

"Alright. We'll see you tomorrow." Yoongi said, smiling at him.

Jungkook smiled back and closed the car door as he stepped out. He hugged his bunny tight as he stepped up onto the front walkway. He could hear Namjoon's car start and drive away from behind him. His only hope now gone. He walked up onto the front porch, his clutch on the pink bunny getting tighter and tighter, his heart beating faster and faster, his breathing completely out of control. He was terrified of what would happen if he entered the house. How his parents would react. He knew they saw him. He knew they saw Yoongi and Namjoon too. He knew they were grossed out, maybe even enraged. Scratch that, he knew they were enraged. 

He couldn't call his friends back either. They'd think he was a baby for being scared of seeing his parents after coming home late. That or it would arouse too much suspicion if he called and said he was too scared to go inside of his own childhood house. Jungkook couldn't have them getting involved in this. They'd get hurt. He couldn't have them getting hurt on his account. It would hang over him that someone tried to help and they got hurt instead of him. He just had to man up and go in. Get it over with. After, he'd get himself cleaned up and he'd hide in his room and wait until the morning came. He could start hunting for apartments in the morning if he felt up to it. Take a day off of work and go out and do just that. Jungkook took a deep breath and opened the houses door.

Nothing.

No one rushed at him. No one shouted. Nothing but the hall lights shining down on his shaking form. Jungkook took a step forward. Then another. Still nothing. His feet stepped up onto the first step. Then the second. Then the third-

"Jungkook."

Jungkook froze.

"Answer me, boy."

Jungkook turned, "Y-Yes, sir."

"Come down here." His father's voice was scarily calm.

Jungkook set his bunny on the stair and nervously descended to the ground.

"You weren't at work, were you?"

Jungkook lowered his head.

His father grabbed Jungkook's hair and pulled it so the brunette's face was up towards his, "You weren't at work, were you?"

Jungkook shook his head despite the pain on his scalp.

"Where were you then?"

"I-I went out. With s-some friends."

"So you lied to me?"

"I-I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" His father laughed. "You lied to me, pig! And you know how I feel about lying."

Jungkook whimpered as his father pulled harder on his hair.

"Who'd you go out with? Some man whore?"

"Two. He went with two." His Mom said, standing on one of the upper stairs.

"So, one wasn't enough, huh? You had to have two?"

Jungkook didn't respond.

"You fucking slut!" His father shouted and threw the boy against a wall.

Jungkook's head smacked the wall, sending a ringing through his ears.

"I bet you liked when they touched you, huh?" His father sent his booted foot into the brunette's stomach, knocking the breath out of his lungs.

"How'd it feel to have two guys touching you up?" Another kick to the stomach.

"I bet you moaned as they had their hands all over you, didn't you, you slut!" This time the face.

Jungkook could feel something warm running down somewhere on his head and his vision was slowly blurring.

His father sat him up and got in his face, "That's disgusting, faggot." His ribs began to ache as another hit was taken.

"It's such a waste that your brother died instead of you, you fucking faggot. He wouldn't have turned out as shitty as you." Jungkook's head was slammed back against the wall, his nose was bleeding a river.

"You're nothing but a worthless slut who can't do anything fucking right!" Another kick to the stomach or ribs, Jungkook couldn't tell anymore.

"You." Punch. "Are." Kick. "Disgusting." Kick.

"Why couldn't you have just been normal?" His father knelt down, putting his face too close to the brunette's.

"Better yet," His father stood up, taking a step back from the bleeding mess of a boy, "Why couldn't you have just gone and died?" One last harsh kick made impact against his chest before his father took a deep breath, attempting to calm his being out of breath.

"Jisun!" His father shouted for Jungkook's mother, "Clean the pig's mess up and get his things for me while I get him out!"

His father grabbed the battered boy's arms and dragged him over to the door where the older man had some trouble opening the door. The night was cooling off as the hours got later and later and crickets were chirping somewhere in the yard. Jungkook couldn't see much. His vision had blurred and he assumed his left eye had swollen up as he couldn't see out of it. He could only hear the crickets mixed with his father's heavy breathing as he continued to drag his son out and onto the porch.

"You motherfucker, your disgusting ass is bleeding all over my wood porch." His father said somewhat quietly, Jungkook knew he didn't want the neighbors seeing or hearing any of this. Even his monster of a father was scared of something.

His father lifted him up a bit higher than before by the boy's armpits before throwing him off the porch and down onto the concrete path.

Jungkook's head hit the pavement and the ringing in his ears from before worsened. His ribs hurt and the fall didn't help the pain. His vision now swirled along with the blur.

Jungkook took a large breath out of pain as he felt something land on his chest and slide off onto the pavement next to him. Another thing soon followed but landed somewhere next to him, the brunette couldn't tell on which side.

"Take your shit and go, pig. I don't ever want to see your disgusting, leeching faggot ass here ever again. You hear me? Don't come back!" His father's voice said, slightly louder than it was on the porch earlier but not by much.

The door slammed close, leaving the brunette to lie on the cold pavement in darkness, the only light coming from the moon and the occasional set of headlights running by. He knew this was a bad idea. He knew that going inside was only going to cause more harm than good. Why had he stepped off the stairs when his father had told him to? He could have made a run for his room. Locked the door and never opened it. Or he could have lied about which house was his. He could've gotten out earlier and walked home from several houses down. He guessed it was because he couldn't lie to the people he was with. Lying would've felt wrong. He cared too much about them to ever tell them something that wasn't the truth. He was willing to risk himself for their happiness. Like he had done tonight.

Things were beginning to get darker. Darker than they were when he had first come out here. His eyes were getting heavy and he was feeling light headed. It was time, he supposed. Time to sleep. Maybe he'd wake up. Maybe he wouldn't. It didn't really matter which. All that mattered was the sweet relief of closed eyes and even breathing. Even breathing that would shallow out into nothing. Goodnight, world. Goodnight, hyungs. I hope to see you again.

A set of headlights pulled into Jungkook's view and remained there, not driving away, becoming the last thing the brunette would see as his eyes closed and did not reopen.

Word Count: 2062

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So, this was a heavy chapter. I just want to say again that I in no way support the actions that are in this chapter nor the language used. If you're going through a similar situation, please do not be afraid to call someone and report what is happening to you. You do not deserve to be beaten up or harmed in away. Not at all.

Thank you all for reading and I'll see you all next week!